Memory

Maybe it's because she holds

my arm like a teddy bear

Maybe i forgot my retainer

Maybe it's because i forgot

how to live, that she's blameless

You are the only source of my strength

That strength's a mistake

You are the only thing that's safe

and sound,

And I might just survive

with all your might.

How my lover tried to surround,

suffocate, correct our fate;

it was easier to throw it out.

Different song

When I spread my wings

I won't be here long

I lift off, singing, gone

So I sigh to

all the birds in the sky

all the air that

doesn't care about my

troubles, a heart in rubble;

burned out light,

like the times that dim

as my memory simmers,

My destiny's in superposition

My toes are wasps

My hairs are spiders

My lungs are a heat gun,

dry and tired;

drag in air

and breathe out fire.

Sigh as I put out the fires.

The dragon pouts,

pounds the liar;

Figure out the dire sound,

what's big isn't always loud.

Take flight, stay quiet

Listen to the clouds;

What goes up

may rain down

Like a fountain of lies

spewing from the mouth,

Gasoline doused

over every scale;

Every particle pale,

I wish my desperation

outweighed my fear.

I lilt at the scales,

for thought of a future

where song will appear.

It is sickly, soft, sought after.

It's the taste of salt water,

and my rash, free of rot,

raw under wooden ships.

These nails, these claws call to it.

O, Theseus gnaws at the ready

to drop planks. They're in our mouths,

testing the splintered waste.

I withdraw my fingers.

Stare at the nub and wait.

The stump and log separate,

Rejoice, celebrate!

The scales are falling weights,

Rejoice, recalibrate!

We know of treasures locked away,

and bitter weather's on the way;

no better few deserve the weight,

inflamed faces, stains

on a leather belt

we felt through

cicadas.

Summer's there in a big mess,

i fell in excess

heat, as I creep, puddle's dress

is all over

bent motors, glittery pistons,

and metal insects

with broken teeth.

Sharper greens are still

sharpening

blades and leaves;

aluminum shifting

the oily coast,

all oil and gated

pavement yolk.

Soft is boiled

hands halfway

in sand jacket

coats in the ash tray.

Steel notes sing

campfire beach,

As the hot wind reaches

my lungs.

Smog like a blanket

to hide from sun,

Forget father,

he's dead man

Or will be, at least

Forget him.

He's got the nice jacket

and the cheap advice;

He's got the ice,

He's settled.

I said it wouldn't be different,

but I'm thinking twenty years.

Two weeks will drag him

between these countries,

He'll be where men appear.

Then ten years will dye his

hair snow white, while

Nothing changes, nothing.

He's done,

His will be done in time.

The old vice

smiles at someone.

I don't question the reach of time,

only its selections.

I exist in our

empty bottles,

I am

In this idyllic mood I always return to

symbolism, associations, organization

Of my favorite questions,

The why of human life,

which hat to wear?

I decide, fair is a curse

as I fall to reality,

fall to absurdity,

which folds its pulleys

loading strings through

holes in my sanity.

It holds my threads

tight and loose,

firm but gently,

Moving my every mood.

Question, my master,

What makes life improve?

To put feet into shoes,

and shoes unto dreams?

We feet are tired true.

We stone asleep.

Tell us, wake like weeds;

Waste abundance

I'd rather waste away,

shake off my leaves

To reinvent the gears in my head

I need to be real.

I can feel my unspent years

Running along the wheel;

cracking knees over heel

when I wake up dead.

Destined to be desperate,

That's my apprehension.

We involve the law,

and family intervention.

Try to withdraw etched letters,

but to reinvent

I need to be better.

Firework in a forest fire,

let the fires work.

Give aim and fortune,

let the orbs burst.

At every revolution

A vein curves,

certain of further hurt.

I turn the pen to write the curse,

fill out the empty words;

I push my stain into the Earth,

The Earth

the wind'

November

licking at my timber

in timid whips;

lashings, tied and tender.

Fell a'through shin splinters

'think I tripped,

Web in my face and crickets.

The Earth

in the shower drain.

I'm vengeance today,

tomorrow's tempest

Circling Heaven.

really I'm rain

anxious

I can't kill a rabbit,

I can't go corporate;

I can't marry,

I can't report.

What'll it be,

weight down waddling

in these shallow sheets,

in this tallow heat?

I look up at too much

Disintegrating

Catching the pieces

Cut, of late love.

Pass me through

dirt to curt lectures,

with my face in her shirt;

worried about weather.

The son of Gaia is a ghost

There is no Persephone

The recorder's on its lowest

note. There's no hotel for the

restless folk. Styx got flooded in

October's last day. This was normal

Everything was said to be ok; this was

How can you sleep at night?

After a cigarette?

It's the only way I can do it

I'm apologetic

Wash my face

How can you sleep at night, angel?

The whole world's disgraced

Even though you're the sun

And I'll wash my face

Cuz you touched me in

that sedentary place;

Where I barely moved

Where I couldn't escape

And where did I place the blame?

I'm a natural disaster,

I should be ashamed?

When you cut, you pull

Friction burn like a rope

I'm not your enemy

I'm not suicidal

Love is a noose

We'll find our holes

You won't dig into

I got a shovel, babe

I'm a smoking goal

I wanna be a roach

And cling on clothes

You were suicidal

When I was alone, loathed, hollow

You garrote, tomes like an Omen

Saw you at the show,

And ever since then

See the brain behind the eyes

I'm organic nomenclature

An ugly parasite latches to mater

And it begs

More milk, mother

What gross repulses another

text is directionless love in emoji

The suttree is oily and spicy

Isn't typewritey

A bird tweets

the loser is chirping

Lurch, lurk, and unmaking

I'm like the flesh of my name

See the maimed why?

It was a questionable stain,